Chapter 18 #3
I slide one hand higher, letting my fingers poke out from the top of his shirt as I graze the soft dip in his throat while my other hand slides lower to feel the deep peaks and grooves of his abs.
When it’s still not enough, I slide lower, sinking a finger into the waistband of his jeans.
I hear him rev the engine, feel the powerful force of it as he speeds past a line of traffic before cutting across and taking a right onto a side street.
A few turns later, he’s stopping the bike on a dead-end road that butts up against the back of a doctor’s office that’s long since closed for the day.
When he starts to turn his head to look at me, I pull my helmet off and grab the back of his neck, pulling him towards me, not caring about anything except my need to have him closer.
“You’ve been through a lot tonight,” he starts to say, but I stop his words with a swipe of my tongue, licking the seam of his mouth and pulling a deep groan from his chest. He immediately cups the back of my head and presses his lips to mine, kissing me with an intensity that steals the breath from my lungs and forces every single thought from my head that doesn’t revolve around the love I feel for him and the bone aching need I have for him.
His tongue brushes my top lip as he uses his other hand to cup my face.
He lets out a deep groan when he tastes the blood from when I’d been hurt and then deepens the kiss.
His tongue slides along mine, hungry and desperate to get as much of me as he can, and when it’s not enough, he breaks the kiss and growls, “We need to stop.”
“The hell we do,” I quickly say, trying to pull him back to me.
“You don’t want me like this.” He shakes his head and takes a breath, trying to get himself under control. “I feel like I’m barely hanging on, Cyn.”
I cup his face and force him to meet my eyes. “Then let go.”
The streetlamp at the end of the alley gives off enough light for me to see the war going on inside his head. Maybe I am playing with fire, but I don’t care. I trust Sasha completely, and it’s time he started trusting himself.
Getting off the bike, I step closer to him and say, “I need you right now.”
“I’m right here.” He reaches up and brushes back my hair before caressing my cheek. “I’ll always be right here, Cyn.”
I grip the neck of his T-shirt. “I’m very glad to hear that, but I need more than that right now.”
I swear his eyes darken at my words, and when I lower my hands and start to undo his belt and the top button of his jeans, he groans and says, “I’m trying to do the right goddamn thing here.”
I grin and start to work on his zipper. “The right thing is for you to help me get your giant dick out.”
“Careful, krovinka,” he warns.
I raise a brow and tug his jeans open. “Or what?”
The dark look he gives me is a warning that I choose to not heed.
Instead, I reach my hand into his pants and wrap it around the thick base of his cock and give him a squeeze that has his eyes fluttering closed as he gives a deep groan and rocks his hips at my touch.
I carefully work him out of his jeans, and when he’s free and jutting out between us, I rest my hands on his thighs and lower my head down.
“Fuck,” he groans when I swipe my tongue over the swollen head of his cock, dragging along his slit and tasting his pre-cum on my tongue. His fingers thread into my hair, fisting it gently as I give him another lick before slowly kissing my way down his shaft.
“I’m obsessed with this tattoo,” I whisper against his skin before licking up and down my name. He groans and rocks his hips again, fisting my hair a little tighter when I start to trace each letter with my tongue.
“Cyn,” he warns as I keep teasing him.
“Yes?” I smile and let my teeth lightly graze his skin before sucking his head back into my mouth.
I can’t take him all the way in, he’s just too big for that, but I go down as far as I can and then slowly suck my way back up.
I keep going, letting my spit slide down and then using it as lube when I wrap my hand around him and start to suck and stroke him in tandem.
His breathing turns ragged and the gentle pressure on my scalp turns a little sharper as he starts to lose control.
I keep going, wanting him to fall apart, wanting this as much for myself as I want it for him, but right when his body tenses and I know he’s only seconds away, he starts to pull me off him.
He growls my name when I suck harder, refusing to let him go without a fight, but I’m no match for his strength.
I know it’s a losing battle, but I keep sucking, the force of it creating an erotic, wet popping sound when my lips are finally forced off him.
“Jesus fuck, Cyn,” he growls at me. Cupping my face, he pulls me closer. “Your nose is bleeding again.”
I reach up, surprised that I hadn’t noticed it. He sees the confusion on my face and grins.
“You were too busy trying to suck the cum from my body, krovinka. Such a hungry girl tonight.” His nose drags along my cheek before he slowly licks the blood from my top lip.
“Just remember that you asked for this. I was all set to do the right thing and take you home, but you’re the one who insisted on freeing my dick and then wrapping your beautiful mouth around it.
” I feel his wicked grin against the corner of my mouth.
“Remember that when I’m fucking you so hard you forget how to breathe. ”
I have just enough time to think oh shit before he’s off the bike and ripping my jeans from my body.
Faster than I thought possible, my jeans are down to my ankles, then my shoe is gone and he’s yanking my leg free.
My panties are quickly torn free and shoved in his pocket, and then he’s pressing me against the brick wall and kneeling down to bury his head between my legs.
“Oh god,” I gasp and fist his hair as he buries his tongue inside me.
He hikes one of my thighs onto his shoulder, allowing him better access as he eats me like a man who’s savoring his favorite dessert.
His deep groans vibrate against me as he licks his way to my clit before latching on with a strong enough suck to make me gasp and nearly lose my balance.
One large hand grabs onto my hip, making it clear he won’t let me fall, and then he gives another hard suck that sends me over the edge.
I bite my lip to keep from screaming Sasha’s name and alerting anyone who might be nearby about what we’re doing back here, but I can’t stop from whimpering when he flicks his tongue against me, sending a shock of pleasure through every cell in my body.
I’m expecting him to stand back up, but he doesn’t.
He keeps sucking and kissing and licking, bringing me right to the edge again, and when I whisper his name, his response is a deep masculine groan and a tongue that is relentless in its efforts to please me.
“Sasha,” I gasp as he sends me spiraling out of control again. He growls against me, filling his mouth with my juices and then slowly licking me clean when I’m completely spent and barely able to hold a thought in my head.
“Not so fast, krovinka,” he says, looking up at me from between my thighs. “We’re not done yet.”
“I can’t move,” I tell him.
He grins, kisses my inner thigh, and then stands up. Grabbing onto my ass, he lifts me up, making it seem like I don’t weigh a thing, and brings his face to mine.
“You don’t need to move, krovinka. All you need to do is take every inch I’m about to give you.” I feel the head of his cock press against my wet slit. Before he slides in, he says, “Try not to scream. If anyone comes down this alley, I’ll have to kill them.”
I barely have time to clamp a hand over my mouth before he’s thrusting into me, burying himself inside me in one go.
I moan from the shock of having him all at once, but he doesn’t stop.
He does exactly what he promised. He fucks me hard and fast, and I forget how to breathe.
I forget how to do anything except cling to him for dear life.
When he brings his face close to mine, he growls, “Kiss me,” and those two words are enough to break through the trance.
I drop my hand and grasp the back of his neck, kissing him with everything I have as he drills into me.
It’s a brutal rhythm, much rougher than he usually is with me, but fuck if it doesn’t feel good.
There’s something freeing about being taken like this, about knowing I don’t have to do anything but let him use me as he wants.
I grip him tighter, feeling my body start to move past the shock of his size and the power behind every thrust as I move towards the pleasure that only he can give me.
Every thick inch of him spreads me wide and hits places inside me that leave me whimpering against his lips and clawing at his back.
I can feel blood dripping from my nose again, but I don’t care.
The coppery taste of it mixes with our kiss, making him give another deep, sexy moan as he starts to fuck me harder.
We’re both so close, and when I start to moan his name into our kiss, he lets go with me, both of us coming at the same time.
He stays inside me while I hug him and bury my face in his neck, catching my breath and too tired to move. After a few minutes, he says, “I’ve never been so scared in my life, Cyn.”
I run my fingers through the back of his hair and kiss his neck. “I’m right here and I’m safe. I knew you’d come for me.”
“This is never happening again. You’re getting a bodyguard for when I can’t watch over you myself. I should’ve done it sooner, and I’ll never forgive myself for that.”
“There’s nothing to forgive,” I tell him. “You watch me all the time. I’m rarely out of your sight, and you had no idea I was going to the club tonight. This isn’t your fault.”
“Anything that happens to you is my fault,” he says, and I can tell by his tone that there’s no convincing him otherwise.
I’m still about to try, but he chooses that moment to slide out of me, and I hiss out a breath instead. He gently lowers me to the ground, and after he’s tucked himself away, he kneels down and helps me put my jeans back on.
“You’re always ripping my panties off and making me go commando,” I tell him.
He grins up at me. “I will never apologize for that.”
I smile down at him and let my fingers run through his silky hair. “Stubborn man.”
He gives me a wink and then stands back up before leading me to the bike again. “We’re almost home, krovinka, and then it’s a hot bath and straight to bed.”
I don’t argue because it sounds perfect. He puts the helmet on me again and buckles the strap, taking care of me in the thousand little ways that he always does. When I get on behind him, I wrap my arms around him in a hug as he starts it up and drives us home.
All I want is to curl up in bed with Sasha and Chort and sleep for ten hours straight.